That's you in the ship.
The first ship.
Poor sap.
You've been sailing along the surface of life
for decades
not knowing what is churning below the waterline.
What needs your attention.
What needs to be fed.
What needs to be healed.
You're going down my friend.
The old you is going to die.
Not everyone seems to have a mid-life crisis
but I certainly did. I felt as if I was shattering
into large chunks. And to my embarrassment
dropping them everywhere I went.
Like Humpty Dumpty I couldn't put myself
together again.
Eventually the chaos did clear somewhat
and I've found the second half of life to be
a fertile, creative and spiritual country full
of endless possibilities.
And wrinkles. :)
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